its dizzie

i want to
  • take you to concerts you love to watch your face light up
  • give you the last of my food if you want it
  • watch your favourite movies with you - give me running commentary of all your favourite parts if you like
  • learn about your whole life, good and bad
  • play with your hair while you doze in my lap
  • get random texts from you about stupid things
  • see every cat picture you think is funny
  • feel my heart in my mouth the first time i hold your hand
  • dance with you (i’ll sit in a wheelchair with you in my lap if i have to) 
  • see you first thing in the morning with bed hair and old pjs
  • show you the stars and make up ridiculous constellations
  • make you blush with every compliment
  • make you soup when you’re sick and risk a cold with my shit immune system
  • make you sneeze your drink in laughter
  • watch you grow as a person
  • be the one you want to text in the middle of the night
  • make you snacks when you’re busy and forget to eat
  • one day get the chance to fuck up your lipstick
Gunshot (a sneak peek)

So… This was written way back in January (yikes), when I first started to write the mafia au fic 8 Days a Week and only @kawaiilo-ren and a couple other people have seen it. You might think you’ve seen it before, because Kait is a babe and she’s been drawing the amazing comic of this scene (and murdering me along the way). 

My plan was to keep this private until it was time to publish it on Ao3 but life is short and I actually like this. People will probably forget by the time it’s published there anyway, oops. 

Under the cut because it’s long. 



Hospital hall is looking cold and bleak under the fluorescent lights, like it did many hours ago. Yuri doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he left the building but coming back feels like returning from war, maybe. He doesn’t know what war feels like. It must be exhausting, if it resembles this even slightly. 

Ignoring his shaking hands is easy, as is turning a blind eye to his pulsating head ache. His body is crashing after riding through the adrenaline waves and he would kill for a nap; but that would make the list of things worth killing for longer and he isn’t sure if he is ready to deal with the paperwork. He isn’t ready to deal with anything yet, he just wants to return the weapon to its true owner and fall into a lifelong slumber.

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you take my hand and drag me head first fearless

A friendly reminder to keep an eye on your health during the summer, be it mental or physical! No matter how busy you may be, you have to make time to keep an eye on yourself and prevent any possible issues.

I’m supposed to be asleep but all I can think about is. what if Michael had left the door unlocked. What if Jeremy had walked in because he had to pee. What if Jeremy walked in right on the “wish I’d off myself instead” line. What if Jeremy heard his best friend wanting to die. What if Jeremy had known that he caused his best friend, his only life companion to want to end his life. What if Jeremy knew that he caused Michael to want to fucking. die. What if

Papyrus doesn’t have lips so he has to nuzzle into Mettaton with his teeth instead. He worries that Mettaton wishes he had lips so he could kiss him properly but Mettaton thinks it’s adorable.

To make him feel better, Mettaton starts to nuzzle Papyrus with his nose whenever he does it and then it just becomes a cute thing that they do together.